Monday, September 14, 2020

The Zen of "Leadership"

 In the last post, I brought up my grandmother.  How much of a leader was she?  Most CEOs could not compete.  I can't tell you have many girls have "Hope" as a middle name based on what she overcame and based on how she provided a role model for her family.  That is true leadership, above and beyond what your leadership role at your job or function entails.  Dialing things down a few notches, you and I fulfill leadership opportunities within our organizations.  One role I have filled is as a Toastmasters district officer.  I have been a director three times.  I'm sure I came across as a different person each time.  Let me describe these three types of leadership.

My first time through, I was very much an apprentice.  The past division director escorted me to my first club visit.  I sent drafts of my visit reports to my division director.  I did what was asked.  Opportunities came up.  I kept saying "yes".  Though I had goals of my own, such as giving a seminar about Podcasting, mostly my focus was on whatever the requirements were toward completing a distinguished toastmaster award.  I did all my club visits promptly, served as a club mentor and gave something like thirty speeches.  Working with me was a twofer.  You got help from both the division director and me.  Though I was not the most effective leader in my opinion, I was was recognized as area director of the year.  Why?  Three reasons.  There was no request that I didn't say "yes" too.  How can you not want to recognize the person who makes your job easier?    Working with club officers, the area was presidential distinguished-- club officers are who made that happen. Third, objectively I did more than anyone else.  Nonetheless, there were more experienced area directors I could name who were more effective in the sense my grandmother was effective.  I checked off all the boxes of my job requirement.  Others I could name inspired.  But, at the summer ceremony, I stood up with my nine day old daughter in one hand and major awards in the other.

The second time through, I was a division director.  I served the role supervisory to area directors.  If club presidents are managers, then area directors provide supervisory support to the club presidents and the division director manages the managers.  While not CEO level, this is a responsible position that has measurable impact.  In theory, this role doesn't need to take more time than the area director role.  In practice, it can be daunting especially if area directors have life conflicts.  In this role, I had a young daughter, so I had life conflicts myself.  I didn't always say "yes".  I did my best, but things fell through the cracks and I failed at my attempt to start a new club.  Did I inspire the area directors?  I did my best.  No one is naming their firstborn after me.  Nonetheless, my division was recognized as "distinguished".  I learned about leadership with this stretching opportunity.

Most recently, I was asked to be an area director again.  One of those people who was more deserving of that "area director of the year" award asked.  How could I say "no".  But, before saying yes, I talked to my wife.  I also made sure that I could skip certain meetings.  (I was told I was the only one allowed to skip those meetings.)  I did not have the time to be the one who always said "yes" and made that clear.  Still, I fulfilled the role requirements better than I ever had before.  Instead of giving speeches to everyone, I made listening my priority.  I was not one size fits all in my direction to club presidents.  I communicated requirements in a timely manner.  I felt the clubs did great.  The feedback I got was favorable and appreciative that I didn't harp on what people already knew.  I did a better job of treating individuals as people versus as job titles.  I recruited my replacement early on-- a person who will inspire.  But, I felt that I had achieved growth in that I let my intuition guide me.  There was a Zen to my management.  Of course, the clubs were all recognized as presidential distinguished.  No.  Not really.  COVID-19 decimated corporate Toastmasters clubs and few achieved awards.  Toastmasters was not first priority to people whose jobs were unstable.  Not everyone remembered how I supported them, but some did and some that I surveyed appreciated my efforts.

An emerging leader focuses on the milestones and timelines.  That was my experience the first time.  A better leader focuses on people first, recognizing work/life balance.  That was my experience the second time.  A stronger leader focuses on mission and values, using empathy and intuition.  That was my most recent experience.  

Working at any leadership opportunity provides personal growth.  There is a Zen to being an effective leader where you and the people in the room are one.  Listening, really listening, is the key.  I am not a CEO level leader.  I can only work toward that.  The exemplar was my grandmother named "Hope".

Wednesday, September 9, 2020

Thoughtfulness and Pandemics

 As a child, I was fortunate to have a mother and father, four grandparents and even two great-grandparents that survived most of my school years.  Additionally, I gained step-parents at ages 12 and 14.  Not everyone was exactly the same, and I certainly preferred some over others, but due to my fortune and their times, every one of them was thoughtful.  Let's think about what being thoughtful means.  There are several connotations.  Being thoughtful means remembering birthdays and holidays.  Check.  They did that.  Being thoughtful means having thoughts.  Check.  They had thoughts and opinions.  They followed the news.  What did they ALL do that it seems a lot of people no longer do?  They deferred for the future.  They put thought into the future.

Part of it could have been the 1918 pandemic.  All of my grandparents would have been school aged and at high risk.  Maybe they had friends who succumbed. My favorite of my grandparents would have been six in 1918, which made her 26 in 1938, so the dust bowl era and depression greatly affected these people, too.  They were miserly.  They saved old calendars for writing.  They ate the less pleasant parts of a chicken.  Nothing went to waste.  When I visited this grandmother's basement, I would see a room with shelves of canned items.  She would have done lots of canning through her life, but I saw mostly store bought cans of vegetables.  She was ready for shortages in the stores. She wasn't always focused on "today".  She was ready for another pandemic or depression.   She planned for eventualities and turned over those cans of vegetables before anything went bad.

But, being miserly was just one side of the coin.  She was miserly because there were things she wanted for the future.  She wanted her children to play piano, do well at school and go to college (as she did).  They all played piano (especially my mother), all excelled at school (particularly my aunts) and all went to college.  The influence was such that I believe all of the grandchildren did these things as well.  The future wasn't theoretical.  The future was tangible.

I could get into other definitions of thoughtfulness.  I'll defer that for now except to say that Grandma Focht was the most important person in my life other than my parents.  

My child is exposed to wonderful elders as well.  Superficially, they are just as nice as my grandparents.  They remember birthdays.  But, not all plan for a tangible future.    There is a generation of people who are growing old who may be remembered for their alternative sources of news, risky behaviors and their propensity to argue with each other.

Those who would risk others during a pandemic did not have a grandmother to set their families right.  It is more sad than anything else.  Many have no example to show them how thoughtfulness could make them heroes. They see no other destiny than slaving for the man.

Tuesday, September 8, 2020

Kindergarten Daddy

 "Your kindergarten daddy needs a hug."

Last night, my little girl was so excited.  Tomorrow would be her first day of kindergarten.  I didn't think she was going to sleep, so I laid next to her and sang her baby songs.

We sang Designs on You, Close to You and Love Me Do.  We sang Pop Goes the Weasel, This Old Man and London Bridge.  We sang all the verses of Mary Had A Little Lamb.  (I learned them for her.)  We remembered our Baby Suzuki nursery rhymes-- Little Tommy Tucker, Humpty Dumpty and Wee Willy Winkie.  Rose ran out of songs until I prompted her with Mulberry Bush.  She sang her entire school schedule to me which I thought might put her to sleep.  It didn't.

Then we reminisced some more.  That dog we passed around in Baby Suzuki, what was the rhyme?  We didn't quite remember.  (The next morning I was singing "Bow wow wow. Who's dog are thou, I am ....'s dog. Bow, bow wow.") I had been so proud when she remembered her line as a one or two or three year old.

How did school go?  My kid was the one yawning through the Zoom meeting.

The other issue?  Headphones.  When she had the school headphones on, she wouldn't respond back to the teacher.  I took the headphones from her and she was very sad.  "Your kindergarten daddy needs a hug.  This is his first day as a kindergarten daddy."

Remote kindergarten is an adventure.  She is learning a lot.  

She is so far ahead of me at her age.